User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110708174136/@comment-3474228-20110708174725

Garond slaps a paw to his forehead. "Of course. Bring our rabbet!" A struggling Sanders is shoved forwards. Garond rips off a piece of Sanders's tunic and throws it in the air. One of the two Dirgecallers leaps up and grabs a hold of it in her mouth. The two begin to sniff and snarl. Then, their pupils dilate and they dash out of the mountain once more